The other day I was writing the date on a prescription chart: 6th July 2010. I suddenly had a flashback to a most significant day in my life: 6th July 1989.
On that day, I caused the death of a 12 year old, severely disabled girl.
I had been training as an anaesthetist for 17 months, and was getting quite cocksure about my abilities. This young girl turned up to have restorative dental work. I inserted a cannula into the vein, gave the drugs and intubated her windpipe for the anaesthetic gases. Then I felt the pulse. It wasn’t there.
We tried to resuscitate her for an hour. Nothing worked. My bosses assured me that these things happen, and I wasn’t to blame. One of them even said to me, that morning, “But for the Grace of God, go I.” As many of you will be familiar, memories of personal tragedies are burned into the memory with photographic clarity. I still can remember every single detail, 21 years later.
I reckon the start of my reconversion to Catholicism to that date, written in the UK as 6/7/89.
That consecutive sequence of digits had a sadly profound effect on my next steps……
This story will be continued, but it is too long for a blog post. Lets take it in small measured paces.
For now, good reader, I would like to ask for comments detailing those moments in your lives that have proven crucial to your own life of Faith.
(Please note, I am not looking for hugs. Prayers, privately said, for me, thee, the girl, and her family are of course encouraged).